Your Name is a Scar

Maybe we didn’t come out of this unscathed, but so? The best things in life leave some kind of mark for a reason. And love, you branded me in the most amazing way. My heart will never be the same now, all for the better, nothing less.There’s a scar across my heart filled with the moments we made and the moments that made us. I carved it there with my own bare hands as a reminder of all we were. I marked it permanent and deep, shaped like your eyes, and I left enough room to add more of those memories from your smile. Sometimes I trace the scar with my fingers, feel each letter of your name just to have you close to me one more time, it’s the most perfect scar I have ever studied. It doesn’t hurt. You didn’t hurt me, you healed me. That is why I will always love you. You changed me in a good way. I have no regrets. I wouldn’t go back and change anything. But I keep this scar to remind me what it feels like to smile, and if I ever need to rip it open to put more of you inside, I will not hesitate. For now, I reminisce who we were for five days and forget the before and after of who we were trying to be. I only know for certain that no matter what, you are my best friend on both sides of the line; that will never change. My arms, for you, will never stop being the one bloom that didn’t perfect the art of closing.